Greta watched as William crumpled to the floor. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight. Her entire life had been a series of ups and downs with him. Back and forth between his moods, his unstable rants in third-person; she’d witnessed her brother crumple to the floor more times than she cared to count. And honestly, she only saw it as an act at this point. What sane person wouldn’t see it that way? Especially when the one on the floor was the one who tried to murder them? She was out of sympathy for the man who used to be her brother.
“Well there’s a fucking reason you never became a doctor,” Greta replied. “You’d put a tag on a sleeping man’s toe.”
William was up, walking out of the room. A rather morbid curiosity befell the seventeen year old and she followed, gliding silently through the air to see where he was headed.
More words from his mouth that she didn’t care to listen to. Blah fucking blah. It took her everything she had to not wring his neck just to get him to shut the Hell up. She’s sick of this. Even after she thought she could be rid of him, he was pulling her back into the same damn routine.
Wait— that bottle on the floor…
Greta stared down in slight shock at anti-psychotic medication. The bottle looked half-empty, as if… he’d actually been taking it. But he’d never been on medication before. Why would he start now? These thoughts buzzed in her head, blocking out the rest of what he was saying, until he all but spelled out to her his intention of suicide.
With one fluid motion she darted to him pushed him back into the wall. Her eyes flashed red, and when she spoke, her voice distorted and echoed from every angle at once.
“ W̫͉̗̹͜h̯̺͓͕̝ͧ͆ͣ̎ͭͦ̉̕A͓̭ͭ̿͞t̡͍̩̹̝̼͍͓̍ͮ ̴ͣḏ̮̓I̞̣̟̖͖̘̅́Ḓ̥ͬ̎͋̅́͠ ̰̖̜͟yͪͧ̿҉͈͎ò̱̙͔͌̈͞U̷̍̚ ͭ͐S̸͓̹̟͈̣̿͋͛ͧ̌̚a̭͚̲̰̞̯ͬ̈ͬ̌̓͂Y̰̩̖͖̫͒ͪ̎́?̥̦̰̬̲̪͍ͤ͆̋!̰͎͑?̮ͪ͋͟ͅ ” she demanded, gripping William by the throat.
Years of unanswered fury came boiling over. The entire house shook.
“N̴̦̳̙̼̙͑̽ͨ̇̿͊̑Ȏ̠̩͚̟̝͋ͪ̇̋!̭̙̤̜͖ͨ̽ ̭̥̦͉̄̓̽̓̅ͅY̱ͧͭ̃̓̈̐o̘̗̖̺͉̜̱ͫu̳̻̇̂̃͊͗͛̚͟ ͕͛̏ͩ̊̉͐͞d̙̫ͮ͊́On͈͖̄̿ͬ́͋͑ͧṯ̨͕͉̪͔̟̘͂̒ͤ̓ ̮̪̮̯̱́̄ͦͫ̄g̳͈̘̬̟̈́͑ͩ̾ẽ͔̔̎̚̕T̖̗̮͕̻ͦ́̎̈͋̄ͅ ̩̮̪̪͓̯́t̡͖͗̅ͪ̄͊o͘ ̮̫C̵̖̺̱̀̚H͙̗̖̻̥̬̣̉̕o͋̿͊O̝̅̏SE̛̺̱̱̠̼͇͆͗̌ ͓̪̹ͥ̆͑͗T̫̟̥̳ͥ̑ͣH̵̜͗ͨ̃͗ͬͨ4͔̜̬͔̘̠͚̆ͬ͝T̹̼̝̝̘͖̫!̫̘̰̲̓ͩ͑͋̀̆ ̡ͬ̏ͤ͋̀̈̓D̢̳̠̪͖͍̃Ó̡̼̺͒̈́ ̦̥̱̩͋ͧ̓͘y̫͔̠̝͊̽̐̿̒̎ÓU ̛͍̞̰̖ͦ͐̄͑̉͛ͤh̸̰͉͍̮̠̹̥̋͗̐͛ͯ̒̊E͇̥̗̪̺̲͈͞A̷͉̼̝̳͈͈̱R̻̆ͤ̃ͨ̽̒̿ ̙̫͕̪̻͖̟̈ͭ͑̎͠M̩͐̃͂̑̒͝E̸̫͇ͪͯ̓ͣ͂͒?̠̪̥͝!̖̙̘̫͍̌̉ ̯͇̰̘͌͆ͦ͑͊ͯ̚Y̟̺̲̤̹͈̪̍ͭ̽͠O̧̮̠̭͕͖̬̠Ū̘̝̠̮̰̞̉̎ͣ̃ ̨̣̿ͮͩͧW̝̝̲ͅͅiL̠͊͐ͭͬͯ̃ͅL̷̪̊ ̹͎͈̗̔͊ͅd̮͚̤͓̦̄̂͛ͥI̾͛E̲̘͉ͧ͌ͫ̑ͅ ̶̬̝̝̲ͬͨ̄ͯ́̊W̝͔͖̜̖͖̳̃̈́Ḫ̼̺͔̥͙̖̅̋3̤̀͐ͩ̓ͣ̾͑N̞͉̱͓̬̭͒ͭ
̴͕̱̻͚͛I ̝̼̂̈ͭͥ̑S̢̹͓4̩̣ͫ́͛̑ͯ̏̌Ÿ̎ ̸͍̳̮̟̳̾y̍̋ͥͧ͐̐O̘̺ͮ̃͆U͎̖̭̣̱̿̓͆̉̾ ͇̲͍̙̥̉͌̀C̸̼̦4̙̜̖̥̙͖͆̐̆̊͛̚N̫̼̞̙͉ ̭̻̳͌D͎̗̏̍ͥI͓̮͔̦͈̤͙ͭ͌̍͌̈́͞E͓̻̣͈̠͌ͣ̄ͫͪ̕,̳̫̱͍͗̿ͭ̑̽͂ͅ ̙̣̏̒4̴̙̼̮̱ͫ̓ͨṊ̅̒͒̈̏͟D̶͖͕̆̂ͪͪͦͭ ̡͓0̫̰̫̞ͧ͊ͭͧN̸͇̹̲͉͉̘ͤL͛͑Y̥̞̼̞͈̭͈ͮ́̿ͧ̎͠ ̯̟̦͑̏̎͆̕T҉̦͍H͎̲̬͔ͬͤ̋ẻ̺̗̭̖̬N̡͎̣ͪ͐ͅͅ !̶̗̦̪̝͕̪̈́ͫ ͖͇̚͞ Yͧ̀0̶̥ͬ̏̑̄͒́U̸̳͔͌́ͮ͊ ͖̘̭͂ͮ̃D̻̜̘o̟̦̪̹̯ͨͫ̒̇̋ͨ͝N̤̮̾T͇͉̦̮̩̮̹ͦ̀̒͞ ̵͙ͩ̎̈́́͆G̭̱̉ͪ̚3̝̹̖̈̃̑ͪ̑T̩̝͂̑̎ ̯̃Ṫ̷̗̜̦͚ͫ̚h̸ͣ͆ͭ̓ͯE̱͔̥̠̙͎ͥͣ͗ ̨̩͍͚E̜̺̫͉̭̝͡A̡͑͐̈̾̑5͙̻̪̺̂͋͑̂Y̹̜̘̝̯ ͉̙̹͚́̌ͯ̂ͭ͋W̻̙̦̘͚̲͉̿ͬͫ͝À̴̰̻̣͙̮̌̈Y̶̜͕̪̖ͧͭ̒̑̊ͤ ̪̳̺̄̂̊́̐Ö͕͍͇͐ͤ͛ͩͮU̴̘̬͛͌T̰͇͓͐͆͛͢ !̨̣̼̲̺̆͑͌!̭̫̳͕̩!̨̘͍”
Greta threw him to the floor and backed away, never taking her infuriated gaze from him.
“When the time comes, I’m going to find you and watch the light leave your eyes. And when your wretched soul finally leaves your body, I’ll be there to drag you to Hell, myself. So if you even think about cutting your lifelong punishment short, or you try to disappear so I won’t find you, I’ll drag you through purgatory and drop you right back here where you killed me and make you live it all over again!”
The shaking slowed to a slight tremble. Only when she was finally done screaming at the pitiful man did she allow herself to return to her mortal body. The mist retreated to her, reconstructing her physical form. When she was finally back to her normal self, she tore away the bandages and tossed them to the floor to reveal healed wounds.
“Though I guess one reason for me to thank you for what you did is that now it takes a lot more than a baseball bat and cardboard coffin to kill me.”